You weren’t really sure when it started—when Bea became the person you were always with. It wasn’t like you planned it. You were just in the same class, ended up in the same friend group with Hana, Mark, and Jordan, and somehow, you two always gravitated toward each other.

Maybe it was because you were both the type to keep things easy. You didn’t overthink things with her. There was no weird pressure, no expectations. She was just… fun. The kind of person who made even the most boring school day feel bearable.

Every project? You were partners. Every time the group made plans? You and Bea stuck together. Even when you tried to branch out, somehow, by the end of the day, you’d be back by her side.

And it wasn’t like anyone else didn’t notice. Hana called you out for it constantly. Mark joked about how you had your own language. Jordan straight-up said you acted like an old married couple. But it wasn’t weird. It was just how things were.

This morning was no different. The halls were packed, students groggy from staying up too late, rushing to get their stuff together before the first bell. You were at your locker, stuffing books into your bag, when Bea showed up beside you,wearing an effortlessly put outfit,but somehow with her well put signature makeup. she was looking like she’d just rolled out of bed,she always did in the morning.

She leaned against the locker next to yours, barely holding in a yawn. “You did the math homework, right?”

she said without any kind of shame in her face,of course she'd ask that first. the others weren't still there,but probably would soon